Returning to the front door, he prepared to ring the doorbell. He fought to lower his heart rate as best he could, though his rage threatened to consu...e him regardless. He pulled the recorder from his back pocket and turned it on, putting it in the front belly pouch of his sweatshirt. He had no intention of using the gun tucked into the small of his back. The gun and Julie's suicide note were brought as props, to confront Van with evidence of his crimes.He rang the doorbell and took two steps. I said ‘no’ when you touched me. I said ‘no’ when you moved my arms. I said ‘no’ when touched my pussy. You got me off but that was just the novelty of seeing such a little cut dick in a coed shower, most guys would not dare show such a pitiful thing. Plus being watched by a real man. Then you stuck that little slimy ... into my ... I said ‘no’ you shit! You did not get me off but left me hanging when you made a mess on me! YUCK! Bastard!” At the end her voice was a bit frantic or. “Bancroft! Get in here!”Elena shuffles toward the corner office, head held high and expecting the worst.“You called?”“Bancroft, are you busy?”“No ma’am, I’m—““Good.” The tall blond cuts her off. “I’ve got a job for you.”“What kind of job?”The fortyish woman’s emerald eyes gleam slyly. Elena glances at the name plate on her desk. KATYE LEWIS. Her parents must have been beatniks to give her such a strange name.“Bancroft, are you even listening to me?”Elena startles.“Sorry, ma’am, I was. “Is there any breakfast left?” Trish asked Miranda.“Yes, I kept some for the two of you,” she said with a smile. I went to feed my Partners, while Trish and Miranda went to check on the remaining breakfast.I dialed up ten pounds of meat for each Partner before waking them. I was sure that they heard the machinery delivering it, as both were awake and at the gate when I returned to the front of the cage.“Eat,” Bob sent on seeing me.“Yes, eat now. We have to go out later to see some people. Eat.